Tell you really what's going on
Feelings of falling off but holding on for dear life
Like I wrote a letter to it professing all of my short comings
I've had my share but nothing Columbus Short
No comparisons of struggle just an observation
I never took solace in violence on the streets that raised me
I never put stock in people that promise to pay me
I catch myself staring at my phone a lot lately hoping that you
Down like I thought you would eventually
I'm well aware of what's in-store for me
I'll leave the door open so you keep taking more of me
As you slowly chase your way back to your origin
Cause it's easier to fill the void
Without addressing all the noise
If I'm honest I saw it all before it
Came to fruition
Sort of a premonition
Uncontrollable hustlers ambition
Gotta drawer full of some drive's from Sandisk
At this point I wonder what I'm capable of
I look up to my idols
But I don't wanna meet em
It's cool till you grow up and they know that you can beat em
They jack ya style just to sell a couple songs
You noticed they was washed all along Dear Mama why you
See the good in folks
I'm hoping that you just absent minded
Not taking advantage of my kindness
You don't know where I come from
I've got favors to call if we really is on one
Just get back to the music
I'm praying everyday there's a reason that I do this
If I'm just another kid chasing false dreams
I'm asking that the Lord gives me strength right before he bout to